I found this in a random blog on another site. The person posting it mentioned that this poem described how he wished he was, and how he wished other people saw him. I found it so true and so moving that I had to post it here. I've been hurt by a lot of things, and I always move on but I'm never truly over the things that have happened to me. They still affect me and affect the way I act and think and behave later on. I've always dreamt of being unaffected by stuff like that. Of controlling my emotions instead of letting them control me. Of being above the trivial things in life. But at the same time, I think we do need to experience things to grow as a person. Our lives are shaped by the choices we make and what we let affect us, are they not?


Invictus
by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever god’s may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Something to think about I guess.

-Este